Unlike the panicked escape from the Black Fleet in history, this journey to Macragge was exceptionally peaceful, as if Duanmu Huai were simply sitting in the guest room, leisurely drinking hot tea.
Macragge, Macragge... Hmm, it really has been a while since I last saw it.
In Duanmu Huai's memory, the last time he visited Macragge was before the Great Rebellion. Hmm... he wondered how Guilliman had been doing after that.
Judging by the state he was in after being hacked down and placed inside a Stasis Field, probably not very well.
Duanmu Huai knew about this matter as well. During the Great Rebellion, Guilliman had fought Fulgrim one-on-one and nearly been hacked to death. Fortunately, he had been rescued in time. While he still had one breath left—literally one breath—they had immediately stuffed Guilliman into a Stasis Field.
From then on, Guilliman's time had been completely frozen. Since they had never found a way to treat him, all everyone could do was stare helplessly. To be honest, after ten thousand years, Duanmu Huai felt that the Ultramarines might even believe their Gene-Seed Primarch had been dead for a long time.
Who knew?
Soon, without taking much time, the group arrived at Macragge. They could see the Black Fleet here as well, but unlike its swaggering display of power in Cadia, the Black Fleet was locked in a stalemate with Macragge's defensive fleet, once again proving that... logistics were everything.
Not constantly thinking about decapitation strikes, reckless charges, tactics, and all that...
So, just look at the Five Hundred Worlds and then look at the Empire. The difference was clear.
If the Emperor had possessed even half of Guilliman's administrative ability, things would not have turned into this mess.
After routinely giving the Emperor the middle finger in Warp Space